Weird Enigma

You have to spell it out. Where the sun sets in shifting sands? Picking up the heart rocks? I was learning to walk away from undying. Who would confuse the infinite falls. There was no conclusion. Again you come howling, waiting for the snowmelt from the face. The lips become the stones. You will not count the peaks. Overnight, it has turned grey, my red moon. I will take hold of the night. There was no referral of lying truth.